He doesn't mind a terse response; Cloud isn't the type to second guess a person's honesty, anyway, or at least not when he can't clearly refute it. If that's only ordinary exhaustion weighting her down, then it's nothing to worry about, so long as she can hold on while she recovers. It's only a shame there's no place to rest properly, here on the cliff face.
His own condition isn't much worse, by all appearances, except for his somewhat bloodied hands, a few scrapes of his own, and more than enough dirt from all the climbing. But her question gives him pause.
"Up there, I guess," he says, only a passing certainty in his voice - but as he turns to look up, up, above them, there's a new twist in their path. A tunnel has opened in the sheer face of the rock, some distance farther overhead, train tracks hanging out over the bottom lip like a broken curl of ladder that's yet to be lowered.
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His own condition isn't much worse, by all appearances, except for his somewhat bloodied hands, a few scrapes of his own, and more than enough dirt from all the climbing. But her question gives him pause.
"Up there, I guess," he says, only a passing certainty in his voice - but as he turns to look up, up, above them, there's a new twist in their path. A tunnel has opened in the sheer face of the rock, some distance farther overhead, train tracks hanging out over the bottom lip like a broken curl of ladder that's yet to be lowered.
"Yeah."